Carlos stood there, his body trembling, his hands shaking, forcibly suppressing himself, almost as if he would explode if not Well tamed or controlled.
Carlos moved out of the manor and the sky above him trembled dramatically.
And there was a deafening scream from people — no, the world was horrified by the distorted sky and everyone scattered away to find safety.
It was quite childish of humans to think that if the sky fell now upon them, then their tall building would protect them from being smashed.
The moment the sky trembled, Carlos controlled his anger, the burning rage that was capable of riling up hazard and natural disaster upon the world — he was forced to suppress them.
Then, he looked in a certain direction and he smiled darkly.
"I'm coming for you all, I'll tear down the throne. I'll destroy the palace, I'll burn everything down to the ground.
He stared into the void and disappeared.
***
Ezekiel was before king Ragon.
